#hst:gifted

[stclairejosie-blog]

O P E N

“Do you realise the consequences for using your powers within residential grounds? You can’t just keep on coming back here with the same excuse that it’s for self-defence.” 

[fightingbruises]

The young man stood, not moving to go anywhere as he fiddled with his books for a second; trying to sort out the ones he needed for his next class. He was more than aware of the fact that he had made a good amount of enemies in this school, but the gaze on him seemed to be so unwavering that he simply had to acknowledge it. “What? You better not be thinkin’ about doing any weird shit.”

[tcintedbeauty]

She was laying on the grass; within the school grounds with a study book spread open before her. On her stomach, she flipped through the notes she had made in various classes, legs kicking out in the air behind her like it was summer. Lola noticed the oncoming shadow appearing on the ground and glanced up from her readings for a short moment. Pretending that nothing could be more interesting, ( though it certainly could. ) “Come to join me or watch?”

[warringviktoryia]

          ℣ℳ ⋙      ( @conflicticn )

           she rolled over in her bed, not overly excited to be back at school and back on a schedule again.   back around people again - having to CONTROL herself again.    it was hard enough controlling herself around normal people - let alone people who KNEW what she could do, and knew how to poke and prod her weak spots.

             she batted the feather away from her face and found herself smiling even before her eyes opened; “babe, if you turned yourself into a bird again to try and wake me up, I will throw you across campus.”       to be fair, it was something she did actually really liked it when elliot gave her a wake-up call...

                     “el, did you OPEN MY CURTAINS ?!”

[matrmvdita-blog]

                            E V E N T   2 6 // B E H I N D   T H E   M A S K

NAME: Vanessa Hendricks ALIAS: Mama AGE: 43 POSITION: Mutation Guidance Councillor ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good FACE CLAIM: Queen Latifah

POWERS

Empathetic Voice: User can manipulate the emotions of other sentient beings through their voice. The effects depend on the user's tone and intention: a joyful or mournful tone instills the same feelings in their listeners, etc.

BIOGRAPHY

Is it bad if you’re trying to do good? Is deceit immoral when doing right by right by other people, if they realise it or not? Philosophy had always intrigued Vanessa, but her studies took her in a different direction, as did her power. She came from a lineage of women who all had the same power as she did, however, there was a difference. Most of the women in her family could only offer one emotion, usually a positive one.  They brought joy and happiness to all that surrounded them and so Vanessa as a young woman followed suit. She brought a warmth and an ease to everyone around her, but soon learned from women wiser than her that her power was not to be misused. She learned that there were times and places for her power, that it was destructive when overused, not everyone could be happy all the time.

Vanessa was entirely fulfilled in the job she found herself in. Working directly with the students of Stokely’s was a blessing and she adored the work she did. But she couldn’t help but notice the amount of kids that came to her with horror stories of how they had been outed and utterly rejected by those they held dearest. Vanessa was in the more twilight seeming portion of her life, the chances of having her own kids slimming with every year. In truth she’d resigned herself to offer everything to the students she mentored as a way of fulfilling herself and those who didn’t have parental figures to turn to. They came to her overflowing with tears and she never did seem to have enough tissues for them. 

The guidance teacher couldn’t stand it any longer. She needed to stop such vile hatred that stunted so many talented individuals. Her plan was to gather all the young minds capable of swaying others. She offered them extra one on one tutoring, seemingly harmless. But on her own time she’d been tutoring herself, small experiments that revealed joy wasn’t the only emotion she could illicit from others. She could make them so angry they wanted to kill or so sad they were immobilized. It was terrifying and amazing all at once, the power utterly dizzying. And so her army started forming, she underhandedly ready to wage a mental war with normals who refused to accept her little darlings as their own. Her heart isn’t bad, her heart sits proudly in the right place, but the actions do tell a different story.

HEADCANONS

Vanessa practices her powers sometimes with students that come into her office, making them mad over silly things but of course letting them leave happy again.

If she could choose between having her powers and having children she would choose the first option verbally, but in her heart it would have to be the second. 

She always looks put together when at work, her outfits are coordinated and she always has herself preened and presentable. 

Vanessa plays close attention to kids who’ve come from families that have rejected them, wanting to act as the family some of them no longer have. 

CONNECTIONS

J O H N A T H A N   H A L E: @inviida (adopted son) Headmaster Hale, it meant many different things to different people within the school. To Vanessa that name meant everything. He was such a wonderful man in her eyes. As much as he had flaws she was working to chip away at, there was good in him and it didn’t take an empath like her to spot it. She never had anything but time and respect for John; what a man he’d built himself into all on his own. Vanessa didn’t like having to be underhand with her plans, especially not with John, but she recognised that not everyone would understand her method. In truth it breaks her heart that she knows they’re not on the same page in terms of dealing with normals. But a mother can’t give in, not when trying to protect her children. 

D E L M O N T   W A L K E R: @misplced (her golden child) What a fine young man he is, she’s always thought so. He was never anything but polite, kind and warm and anyone was lucky to be in his company. Del had never made her think any different, he’d never once done her wrong. And perhaps that was why she couldn’t find it in her heart to do him wrong either. She never did use her powers on him, instead if he was having a rough day she’d talk to him like any normal would, listen to him and offer him any warmth she could. He deserved good things and she was happy to work alongside him, partially maintaining her cause to allow Del continued success. 

L O L A   W E A T H E R S: @tcintedbeauty​ (protege) Vanessa took it upon herself to open up after school hours sessions for those with abilities pertaining to emotions, Lola being an obvious candidate. The plan was a simple one, build up a small army of those who could sway others and she’d have herself an unstoppable force. Then she could go out into the world and prevent such harsh rejection that damaged so many beautiful young people. Lola is talented and Vanessa loves being able to impart more personal hints and tips to students who share her gift. 

[fckoffhamlet]

( @inscrvio​ ) 

As the small redhead ( at least for now ) walked down the halls with in the clouds, she sighed to herself thinking about the boy who often PLAGUED her thoughts on the daily. Ophelia wondered if she would ever have enough nerve to ask him out or even stop blushing at the stupid lines he would throw her way, but it seemed the universe had the same question. The girl felt her shoulders lightly brush with someone’s and she snapped back to the ground, face going scarlet. “I’m so sorry, that was all my bad.” She shyly muttered until her green eyes finally caught sight of the face staring at her.

Ophelia wondered if she could BURST into flames because if so her judging by how hot her face felt, now was that moment. Smiling softly and taking a deep breath the ( much ) tinyier girl pulled her textbooks closer to her chest, her head tilting to the side slightly. “Noah- I’m really sorry about that by the way you know me always got my head stuck in some stupid clouds, how are you by the way?” She rambled slightly teeth sinking into her lower lip trying to get herself to stop. 

[mclancholias-blog]

@phantcmsoul

Olivia didn’t acknowledge the heaviness in her wrist; the way blood became thicker and suffocating inside her own veins. She didn’t pay it any mind until the classroom was empty, alumni and professor alike evacuated, and she was left with nothing other than her notebooks, her materials and him -- the reason for the heaviness. Amir Koura had a damn kick whenever he messed with other people -- she wondered if he’d still laugh when said kick was her own foot beating his ass. Probably not. Sharply, she turned to face him, gaze drenched in murder; that temper of hers was a capricious thing. “You know, the copy-cat thing is getting really fucking old. Don’t you have anything better to do with your time other than be a little shit? Like, oh, I don’t know, find some originality?”

[switchblcdes-archive]

( @cosancstra​ )

“Sorry, Alexi.” Nadja’s eyes held the student before her in an IRON GRIP as her frame darkened the doorway of her office. “Despite my best efforts to dissuade these dummies from ruining my fuckin’ me time, SOMEONE always has to intrude on my office hours.” Sighing for effect, she smirked as he guessed the girl’s name correctly: RORY DAMIANI. Sliding her phone into her pocket, Nadja finally gave the girl her full attention. “If you ask me for extra homework, I’m going to scream. So make it fuckin’ good, Kid Vicious.”